The organiser

I finally got myself an organiser after coming back from US for 4 weeks.

It makes me less nervous. When something crops up for me to do. Whenever I feel like life's getting a little out of control. Whenever I feel like fiddling with something. Whenever I feel like doodling some ugly drawings that don't mean nothing at all.

The pages seem to hold some magic that tranquilize me. It makes me feel good to see that it is filled up with things that I'm supposed to take note. But the 'empty days' are just that. Empty.

I want to be able to take control of my life. But i have to do it through an external object.

The organiser is not the subject here.